Fears-Revised

I reach the door and my knees wobble.
I enter class knowing that I'll be called on-
and it happens. The professor calls name.
I know that my is face red and
my voice is shaky- uncertain.
My fears come to the forefront of my mind.
Will they laugh at me? Is my answer wrong?
How can I get out of this situation?
Everyone looks at me, waiting for my answer.
I mumble something quietly,
hoping I answered sufficiently-
hoping I answered correctly.
Eventually, another name is called-
and I am set free.